Shorter version: WWI was not kind to the Yorke family nor the house. In 1922, Simon Yorke, eldest son, inherited the place. He disconnected the electricity and phones, reduced the already reduced staff, forbade wheeled traffic on the estate (even prams), and lived for 40 years as a relative hermit. Interesting. Sometimes, this is how things get preserved. (Getting buried under volcanic ash also works). He died in 1966 and was succeeded by Peter Yorke, III, who is the hero of the story. He garnered support from many sources to put things aright, and it was he who gave the estate, and its incredible collection, to the National Trust in 1973. Below are a few of many pix of the upstairs, so to speak, a few with commentary.
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| Recently restored Victorian home organ |
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The tubular bells; guests were summoned to full breakfast
(9:30AM), luncheon (1PM), afternoon tea (5PM), warning
to be dressed for dinner (7PM), and dinner (8PM), each
with a different tune played on the bells |
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| Waste not, want not...the legs here are from a disused bed |
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The V&A examined and restored the state bedroom and returned it to
Erdigg on the condition it be displayed behind glass and in controlled light/
temp/humidity...said to be the 2nd best-preserved state bedroom in the Nation |
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| Moving right along...a Victorian shower |
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| Now in the play room |
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| Thus |
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| Doll house; note same Steiff bear we saw in Ireland |
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| Noah's Ark set |
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| In the chapel |
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| A display room of Victorian oddities and curiosities |
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| Another National Trust gem |
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